#barneswilson

I will never forgive the writers for giving us these looks because I know damn well I wouldn’t give my bestie these looks unless I was in love with them. Especially not a bestie who I tried to kill several times and decided to basically live with after getting used to being around for like what? Three days? (just in TFATWS) Yet they’re still not going to be canon, huh..

If I had the universe mapped into the palm of your hand, from every vein in your wrist to the notches of your spine, constellations forming the skin over fragile bone, oceans in lungs and planets in scars —

the gods like to play at cupid, sometimes, but god,  immortality and boredom make a terrible mix and gods after amusement make terrible matchmakers.   cruelty comes easy, you know,  when nothing seems real or important or lasting except your own endless infinity   but sometimes they are kind.  sometimes, they will put your love right next to you--      your next door neighbour, your best friend, your roommate's brother-- and let you be with no great troubles, no grand tragedy.  i think they like to see just how little it takes to satisfy humans.  but well, those are rare, as you know too well.   sometimes they put soulmates on the opposite ends of earth, just to see if the world can somehow bring you together.  they like to place bets on when you'll find each other,       or whether your eyes will ever meet at all.  it's like a dice game with the world as their playing board:      cast the die, flip the cards, and watch what happens.    other times, they'll leave soulmates on the opposite ends not of the earth or an ocean or a river but of a war, a feud, a contested border and laugh as you fall in love with that which must destroy you.   or they'll give you the greatest glories:      a spotlight of sunshine, a galaxy in your name and take it away at its moment of promise like a rose cut off at the stem and abandoned just as it begins to blossom open.  I think it amuses them to build up what they mean crumble      like sandcastles in flood tide.   and sometimes, sometimes, they will let you meet your love for just a while just long enough to know happiness, to taste love and then tear you apart and leave you to crumble. they'll bring you close, just for the fun of it,  to see how close you can get without ever knowing he's  in a grocery store just an aisle away      pulling in the parking lot as you drive away           in a hotel room two floors below

for the drabble thing: do you think howitzer steve n bucky would ever get married *eyes emoji*

You would not cower in the face of your heart, Or your dreams, And that was how I knew I was wishing on burnt out stars, That they were not shooting but dying, That we were not strong, we were desperate, And why would you look at me when you could look at her? I covered my eyes but I could still hear you speak, And dear god, why can’t I say what I mean? I have a list of things your voice reminds me of, A clatter of a spoon, A sunflower stem, The sun breaking through a hurricane, Your windpipe filling with rain, Like honey seeping to the bottom of the sea, Would you recognise the voice of me, If I were to let you, This is what I’d say, If the world could not see me I wouldn’t even stay.

@barneswilson is beautiful, gay, talented, and powerful and none of you can stop him